Evergreen trees reaching to the sky,
beneath the vast sky of velvet blue,
the fox chasing a squirrel on the
run,
a wobbly fawn born fresh and new.
Fields of white, covered with snow,
warmth to the heart but feels so
cold,
the wind kicks up and begins to
blow,
in a land made for the brave and
bold.
An eagle soars across the open sky,
possessing a raw power all it’s own,
visual serenity without knowing why,
mystical essence unspokenly shown.
Mountains with snow capped peaks,
with the freshness of the cold crisp
air,
wonders of nature man desires to
seek,
with their own magical, mystical
flare.
Bears lined up fishing on the shore,
river’s edge where the water flows,
salmon swim, jumping by the score,
the rapture city folks will never
know.